After sunset, and before night, the gloaming echoed with green light
An enduring and intricate mystery, a longish day had changed over
The period of dim light cast a stunning pallor over the scenery
A woman gazed into the growing darkness, a newly born night
As night grew more dark it gave the moment pure closure
She left to go indoors, read a book or write a letter, leisurely
In the gloaming light, it is tempting to simply sit and watch
For as the twilight turns black, the world also becomes silent
